I am a German solider, I am 16 years old, and way to young to be out here in this mess don’t you think? I am the youngest of my family my moms last child. I was a lucky baby. I almost died at birth along with my mother. I have 3 older siblings. Two brothers and one sister, they all have grown up and have moved out. My sisters getting married soon and I hope I don’t miss it being out here you never know what you are missing at home. I lived on a farm, 5 miles away from town, we grow our own crops and sale them out in town that’s how we get to keep our house. Well I’m out of time to tell you more about me.
Sunday September 19, 1914:
its calm today it’s not as bad as it was yesterday. I’m sitting in my corner of the trench, writing in my journal. So far it’s been quite just not to quite there have been a couple gunshots here and there but it’s been calm. Most of my men are playing cards or just talking. I didn’t get to write in my journal yesterday there was gun fire from the break of dawn to night fall, even at night there was still gun fire going off. I never got to go to bed I had to stay up and watch. Well I have to go its my only chance to get some sleep.
Tuesday September 21, 1914:
I miss my family back in Germany, It’s getting cold out at night and I wish I was laying in my bed next to a hot fire instead of being here in Russia holding a gun close up to my chest. I almost lost my friend that I made out here. He is 3 years older than me and chose to be drifted. He is only like 300 miles away from my town. It was the scariest thing this morning he almost got shot in the head but it went right over his helmet. We both ducked down and checked to see if he was hit, thank god he wasn’t hit. I don’t know what I would do if I lost him. He is going to get married when gets back home, he showed me a picture of his wife to be and she is a beauty. Well I have to go back and get ready to fight so I will write again if I get the chance.here is what got me in this war. Thursday February 15, 1915: Sorry I haven’t got write in my journal. It’s been so busy with the war going on, and with the Americans been talking about coming over to help us to have peace in Europe.I just found out that America has been supplying us Germans with our guns and our arterially and many more things that we use out here in the field. It’s not what I am used to I always thought we made our own guns and stuff. It’s been 3 years since I have seen my mother and father. I wonder how they are doing. I don’t know if my father is still alive the last I heard he had caught a cold and was not doing that well with recovering. So my prays go out to my family hoping that they are doing ok and that the farm is doing fine.
Wednesday March 20, 1915: It’s a tragic day for me but I have to keep going I can’t stop the war to cry. I lost my best friend this morning; he got shot by a cannon and blew up his body. When I ran up to him, I have never seen such a gross out site, he was spilt in two. He grabbed my hand and tried to say something but his eyes closed and it was quite all except for all the gun shots that was flying past my head and hitting my men. I reached into his pocket and pulled out the picture of his wife to be and the love poem he wrote to her, he was going to read it to her on their wedding day. We were really close he was going to let me be his best man in his wedding. Now I have to give his fiancé the picture of her and the poem. That’s not going to be easy for me or for her. But if I make it out here alive I have to go see her and tell her how much he loved her. I just want the war to stop I don’t even know why I’m here.
November 11, 1918; The war is over. I get to go home to my farm and to my parents!!! I am 18 years old; I am shocked that I get to go home. Its armistice day, no one gave up the Captains and the leaders are going to meet in the hall to sign a treaty to stop any fighting that goes between us anyone in Europe, we are suppose to give up our allies so we are independent country. I am home free, Home Sweet Home!!!!
My Name is Alfred Hitler
About Me:
I am a German solider, I am 16 years old, and way to young to be out here in this mess don’t you think? I am the youngest of my family my moms last child. I was a lucky baby. I almost died at birth along with my mother. I have 3 older siblings. Two brothers and one sister, they all have grown up and have moved out. My sisters getting married soon and I hope I don’t miss it being out here you never know what you are missing at home. I lived on a farm, 5 miles away from town, we grow our own crops and sale them out in town that’s how we get to keep our house. Well I’m out of time to tell you more about me.Sunday September 19, 1914:
its calm today it’s not as bad as it was yesterday. I’m sitting in my corner of the trench, writing in my journal. So far it’s been quite just not to quite there have been a couple gunshots here and there but it’s been calm. Most of my men are playing cards or just talking. I didn’t get to write in my journal yesterday there was gun fire from the break of dawn to night fall, even at night there was still gun fire going off. I never got to go to bed I had to stay up and watch. Well I have to go its my only chance to get some sleep.Tuesday September 21, 1914:
I miss my family back in Germany, It’s getting cold out at night and I wish I was laying in my bed next to a hot fire instead of being here in Russia holding a gun close up to my chest. I almost lost my friend that I made out here. He is 3 years older than me and chose to be drifted. He is only like 300 miles away from my town. It was the scariest thing this morning he almost got shot in the head but it went right over his helmet. We both ducked down and checked to see if he was hit, thank god he wasn’t hit. I don’t know what I would do if I lost him. He is going to get married when gets back home, he showed me a picture of his wife to be and she is a beauty. Well I have to go back and get ready to fight so I will write again if I get the chance.here is what got me in this war.Thursday February 15, 1915: Sorry I haven’t got write in my journal. It’s been so busy with the war going on, and with the Americans been talking about coming over to help us to have peace in Europe. I just found out that America has been supplying us Germans with our guns and our arterially and many more things that we use out here in the field. It’s not what I am used to I always thought we made our own guns and stuff. It’s been 3 years since I have seen my mother and father. I wonder how they are doing. I don’t know if my father is still alive the last I heard he had caught a cold and was not doing that well with recovering. So my prays go out to my family hoping that they are doing ok and that the farm is doing fine.
Wednesday March 20, 1915: It’s a tragic day for me but I have to keep going I can’t stop the war to cry. I lost my best friend this morning; he got shot by a cannon and blew up his body. When I ran up to him, I have never seen such a gross out site, he was spilt in two. He grabbed my hand and tried to say something but his eyes closed and it was quite all except for all the gun shots that was flying past my head and hitting my men. I reached into his pocket and pulled out the picture of his wife to be and the love poem he wrote to her, he was going to read it to her on their wedding day. We were really close he was going to let me be his best man in his wedding. Now I have to give his fiancé the picture of her and the poem. That’s not going to be easy for me or for her. But if I make it out here alive I have to go see her and tell her how much he loved her. I just want the war to stop I don’t even know why I’m here.
November 11, 1918; The war is over. I get to go home to my farm and to my parents!!! I am 18 years old; I am shocked that I get to go home. Its armistice day, no one gave up the Captains and the leaders are going to meet in the hall to sign a treaty to stop any fighting that goes between us anyone in Europe, we are suppose to give up our allies so we are independent country. I am home free, Home Sweet Home!!!!